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Caladur: Desire… ~ Stuart France

* …”How can I, that is neither, be both an old man and a boy?” said Ewan. * “Is not every man that which was and that which shall be, and should not a man, one day, see the face … Continue reading

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Caladur: Questions… Stuart France

* …Then Ewan stood and looking down on the laughing child was amazed, for the face of the boy was like that of an old man. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Caladur: Face to Face… Stuart France

* …Ewan climbed the open wold and the boy climbed with him, though they spoke no word… * At the height of the slope Ewan turned, to look down upon the realm of Fulnay; appearing small and clear in the … Continue reading

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The Hobbler’s Hovel… Stuart France

* … “Strength of my sword-arm,” continued Fiachna, “destitute and decrepit though I now am, I have a treasure hidden away. I never dared dream I would live to pass it on to Cuill’s son.” “Fine will be the gift … Continue reading

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Falling into Step… Stuart France

* … “Fiachna, son of Conga,” shouted Daatho, “there is a man here who wants a word with you.” “Let him who wants a word with me, fall into step with me, replied Fiachna. “Spoken like a true champion,” said … Continue reading

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A Twice-Stole Spear… Stuart France

* … “Mananawn’s Mount,” muttered Fin, pensively. “Yeas!” exclaimed Daatho, “from Sidhe Finnaha, where Leer himself resides, he descends like a fire-storm. That radiant place on the very crest of the height is crowned with flames that leap rubied-red, through … Continue reading

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High-Way to Tara… Stuart France

* Fin Mac Cuill stood on an out-crop of rock and surveyed the Fortress of Tara… Brightly coloured banners ran from the breeze over her ornately carved roof-poles… Long had Fin yearned for this moment, Tara before him and his … Continue reading

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Sheer Fantasy… Stuart France

* Ish-na-e-cha-ge, First-Born-Being, roamed among the Animal-Nations. He understood their ways and their languages. They beheld him in wonder and awe and could do nothing without his knowledge. He pitched his tent in the centre of the land and no … Continue reading

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Caladur: Gone… Stuart France

* … Then Lord Turkin stood, holding the keys and spurs,  in silence, he gazed upon his brother and the strange, green-clad child: for all their difference in years Lord Ewan’s eyes and those of the boy were identical! * … Continue reading

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Caladur: Leaving… Stuart France

* … The steward, casting a sly glance back into the hall through the great hinges on its doors saw that his Lord and the boy were now conversing in the child’s own outlandish tongue. * Then Ewan rose to … Continue reading

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